Tale of Elrond and Celebrian, A: 12. Everlasting Respect

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12. Everlasting Respect

Note:
Someone mentioned Elves sleeping… Well, my opinion is: in normal situations, peaceful
times, they sleep with their eyes closed, just like we all do (I assume ;-)),
and only when they have to stay awake, or vigilant, in more dangerous times, do
they 'sleep' with their eyes open, in the way it is described in LotR, ready to
react on their surroundings. I assume sleeping (with eyes closed) is a sign of
trust in surroundings (or parents).

And about whether I can correctly call
Elrond Half-elven; he's supposed to be (according to one more intelligent than
I) 3/8 Adan (Man), 5/32 Vanyar, 3/32 Noldor, 5/16 Sindar and 1/16 Maia… As you
might understand, I kinda got disinterested at this point and therefore will
not get into the discussion ever again. Elrond is Halfelven. Bite me. ;-)

Young
she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost,
her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars
was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and
thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things
that the years bring.

From Lord of the Rings by J.R.R.
Tolkien

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Chapter 12 Everlasting Respect

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The sound of two young men, just into their first
century, reached the largest study of Imladris. With a smile it's Master left
his books and notes, making his way down.

Elrohir stood closest; waiting for his brother to
finish his conversation with Glorfindel, before going up to greet their father.
As Elrond neared, he turned and smiled, stepping towards him for an embrace.

'Tis good to see you.' Elrond spoke, as Elladan
approached as well. 'I hope you left Lórien well?'

'Lórien is always well, father.' Elladan grinned,
allowing his father to pull him close, very aware of the reason behind the
query. 'And mother too, but she did not indicate the time of her return.'

'She asked us to ride on without her.' Elrohir
added.

Elrond smiled half-heartedly and motioned the twins
inside, where lunch was being set.

They had ridden to Lórien, together with Celebrían,
at the beginning of spring. After a short stay there, the brothers had ridden
on to visit the newly crowned king of Gondor, Earendil, on an errand of their
father: bringing well wishes from Imladris. Returning, they had travelled via
Lórien, and Elrond had hoped the twins would bring news of Celebrían's return.

He was always glad to receive notice of her
homecoming.

It was not exceptional for a husband and wife to
dwell separately for periods of time. Elrond understood and respected
Celebrían's desire to house in Lórien, even if it was only for short periods
every couple of years. But Celebrían's absence made him restless. She always
tried to persuade him to accompany her, she had; before leaving less then a
month ago. But too often his responsibilities kept him here, at Imladris, like
they had this time.

Silently he watched his sons eat;
hungry as ever, as if they wished to grow taller still. Elladan winked at
Elrohir seeing his father drifting off into thought.

Elladan's conversation with Glorfindel
had been to relay a message from his mother. A message his father was not meant
to hear.

'Make sure the Lord of Imladris is not
informed of the Lady's imminent arrival.'

When Elrohir told Elrond that Celebrían
asked them to ride on without her, he had spoken the truth. He had merely
omitted the fact that it had not been in Lórien, but at the river Bruinen,
where they had parted.

Only Elrond's drifting saved the plan
from being discovered, Elrohir pondered. When they had been younger, he had
only needed a single glance at them to discover mischief. Now, he seemed
preoccupied.

Little over an hour later, just as
Elladan had said, Celebrían dismounted and greeted Glorfindel. Her cheeks had a
blush on them. He suspected it was not from the journey. Rather it was the
thought of being reunited with her husband. Her visit to Lórien had been short;
less than a month.

'My Lady, welcome back.' He smiled,
offering his arm.

'Thank you, Glorfindel.' She answered,
accepting it. 'How is he? Did he notice?'

Glorfindel smiled broadly.

'He is entirely unsuspecting, my Lady.'

Celebrían's lips curled upwards and her
face began to shine.

'Good…'

She laughed inwardly at her own nervousness.
Well over a century into their marriage, and Elrond could still do that to her.
Celebrían had to be careful not to lower her guard now, or he would immediately
sense her presence.

'Do you want to change and refresh
first?' Glorfindel asked, bringing her back to the early summer beauty of
Imladris and its more private hallways. She smiled and shook her head.

'I cannot… He will learn of my presence
if I do… The library?'

Glorfindel nodded.

'After lunch he returned to his work
and your sons retired…'

Celebrían patted Glorfindel's arm as
she released it.

'I will go to him right now, thank you
Glorfindel.'

As Glorfindel watched the Lady of
Imladris ascend the steps which led to one of the library entrances, he didn't
find it hard to understand Elrond's dedication to her. He considered she
brought joy back into the heart of Imladris, in more ways than one.

Celebrían almost held her breath as she
entered the library, finding her husband, still not aware of her presence,
standing at one of the large massive tables, studying one of the many large
leather-bound volumes. His dark hair, partially braided so it would keep out of
his face when he sat writing, flowed over his back, somewhat shorter than her
own. It was difficult to keep her thoughts from him, watching his face, the
light of the heavens shining in it, just as in his father's. The beauty and
wisdom of the Eldar, with the strength and power of endurance of the Men of
old…

Celebrían watched him leave the table,
collecting a smaller volume from a nearby bookshelf, turning the pages at the
spot, his back towards her.

Losing her patience, Celebrían quietly
neared him, trying not to let the rustling of her travel clothing notify him of
her arrival. Anticipation soared inside her and she felt the blood stream into
her cheeks again. As she reached Elrond, she slipped her arms underneath his,
pressing the right side of her face against his back, feeling the body-warmth,
smelling his scent. His heartbeat increased under her touch, her hands resting
on his chest. 'Suilad, herven*.' She whispered.

Elrond, turning and catching her in an embrace,
raised an eyebrow. Suddenly he seemed very aware of being somewhat misled.

'You will never cease to tease me, will you, gwilwileth*?'

Celebrían smiled and a tender kiss
ensued, while she took the book from his hands, replacing it upon the shelve.

'Forgive me, my love.' She whispered,
as a glimmer in his eyes indicated he already had, with her first touch. She
had missed him as well, glad his face so vividly returned the sentiment.
Seizing his hand she pulled him towards the balcony.

'Sit with me for a while…' She directed, pulling
him down onto the bench, the same bench where they had sat so many times
before, both together and with the boys when they were younger.

And all was well again, peace returned in Elrond's
heart; what was missing had been returned. And yet…

'Tell me why you have returned so soon…'

Now Celebrían raised an eyebrow with a smile.

'I can go back to Lórien… But you will have to come
with me.'

'And why is that?' Elrond asked as he settled back,
genuinely wondering at first, until it began to dawn on him. He frowned at her,
his eyes beginning to glimmer once again. 'You don't mean…?' He whispered,
catching her hand.

'I discovered when I was in Lórien…' Celebrían
returned, her breath quickening once again, folding her hand into his. 'You
know I wouldn't have gone otherwise.'

Elrond smiled broadly as he looked at his wife.

'You know how I have longed for this…'

Celebrían smiled and pulled him up with her, embracing
him once again.

'We have together…'

Elrohir's attention was immediately seized when he
heard his father's laugh, a rare occurrence. A smile was common, certainly, but
a discernable laugh at this time of day… It could only mean his mother had arrived.

Evidently, Elladan had come to the same conclusion.
The two brothers met each other on the terrace linking their rooms.

'That was father, wasn't it?' He asked, as if he
needed confirmation.

'I think so…' Elrohir grinned, walking to the
balustrade and leaning over, trying to catch a glimpse of the Lord and Lady of
Imladris, but not succeeding.

'And what could be so amusing?' Elladan enquired,
as he followed his brother's example.

'You did not perceive any signs of illness, did
you?' Elladan asked, narrowing his brow in the same fashion his father always
did.

'No, nothing… She seemed perfectly content to come
back with us, eager even…'

For a moment both seemed to consider. Then their
heads slowly turned towards each other.

'You have to be joking…' Elladan whispered, as a
smile crept across Elrohir's lips. The next moment both were in a fit of
laughter, happiness and awkwardness equally represented.

'I shall not be able to face either of them for at
least a week.' Elladan grinned, running down the steps, down into the garden,
Elrohir not far behind.

'Where are you going?'

Elladan, snorting with laughter, had a hard time
forming the words.

'To the library, of course, to see if they are
there.'

'I bet you it'll be a girl…'

'What's the stake?'

'Everlasting respect…'

'You have yourself a bet, little brother.'

Somehow anticipating the objective of their sons,
Elrond and Celebrían had already exchanged the library for the gardens.

However much Celebrían loved Lórien, there was no
denying that Imladris was magnificent in summer. The rays of sunlight warmed
her skin as she and Elrond strolled beneath the glorious trees, the leaves
softly rustling. Somewhere, unseen as ever, the river; streaming water
clattering onto the rocks.

She let herself be pulled closer by Elrond, his
lips finding hers once again, before he voiced caressing whispers, his fingers
slipping over her face, her neck.

Was this the stern, serious person, once
vice-regent to Gil-galad, that she had fallen in love with so many years ago?
Not that it mattered; possibly she loved him even more now.

Over the years she had discovered so much love,
devotion, in him as well. All of it had lain hidden, somewhere deep down, where
it could not hurt him. Sometimes she found it hard to believe that had only
been a century and a half ago. There was so much to give…

He led her to the river, and sitting together,
Celebrían rested her head against his chest, feeling his arms around her, his
heart beating, his breath ever so serene.

'I wish we could stay here forever…' She whispered,
resting her hand on his stomach.

'We can,' Elrond smiled, playing with her hair as
it fell over her shoulder. 'I will order everything we need right over here and
we can…'

Celebrían sat up and pulled his ear.

'Don't tease me…'

Elrond laughed and pulled her close again.

'So, you can tease me, but I cannot tease you?'

Celebrían smiled broadly.

'Precisely.'

Elrond smilingly shook his head and pulled her into
a passionate embrace, feeling her hands resting comfortably on his body.

Elrond cupped his hands together, his elbows
resting on the balustrade, as if he wished to catch the rays of the late
afternoon sun within them. The warmth collected over his body; on the bare skin
of his hands and face.

The blossom on the trees, the blue flowers that
reared their heads from amongst the blades of grass, all seemingly called to
him; announcing summer.

But he was well aware of the fickleness of spring.
It would not surprise him in the least if, by next week, a cold wind from the
mountains would sweep through the open hallways of the Homely House.

And still he was content, this single moment,
hearing birds chattering and catching fragments of conversations between inhabitants
of his house. The careful whisper in the rooms within, where Celebrían rested.

For a moment expectancy was hidden in his heart,
and he did not miss the nervous urgency that had been on him before.

A breeze caught the lighter strands of his hair for
a moment, and he took pleasure in its refreshing of his heated skin.

Too hot the coming summer would be, he predicted.
One of those that would force him into the breezy library during the hottest
days, while the cooler ones would make it wonderful to meander in the woods,
together with Celebrían.

Glorfindel sat near, eyes closed in sustained
enjoyment, his hair gleaming brightly as it reflected the sun, his hand under
his head.

Both were up when the call came, not entirely
unexpected.

'My Lord, it has started.'

Elrond was back at his wife's side, leaving
Glorfindel waiting on the balcony, as he had once before.

'How can such little living things make us feel
even smaller?' Elrond's voice was soft as he carefully moved his fingers over
the dark hair on the girl's head.

Celeborn smiled, his hand resting on
Elrond's shoulder, who cradled the small girl in his arms. Amazed, once again,
by the gift of love.

'A daughter is special, my friend, very special
indeed.'

Galadriel who sat beside Elrond nodded, agreeing
with her husband.

Elrond smiled, not able to take his eyes of her.

Elladan and Elrohir stood nearby and carefully
studied their father, as he held their sister. Both were well aware of his
longing for another child.

It had taken longer than expected, Elladan mused
privately, at once reprimanded by his brother, who gave him a short poke. Everlasting
respect. Elrohir reminded him.

Looking from Celeborn to Galadriel, Elrond smiled
apologetically.

'I must return.'

Pressing the bundle carefully against his chest, he
entered the bedroom where Celebrían waited. Elrohir neared Glorfindel as they
watched him cross the threshold.

'Do you suppose they will fuss less about us now?'

'She is beautiful.' Elrond whispered to Celebrían, sitting
down on the bed beside her. Celebrían watched him as the child rested in his
arms, the small fingers closing around his larger ones, or the occasional braid
of hair that came within range. Stretching her hand, Celebrían touched his
cheek.

'She has your face…'

Elrond leant over and kissed her, before his eyes
returned to his daughter.

'Is that a good thing?'

'It is…' Celebrían smiled.

Celebrían's hand found Elrond's without difficulty,
as he listened to Arwen's soft singing, the little girl walking only a few
paces ahead of them. It was difficult to explain how much the both of them
meant to him. Especially now… He felt Celebrían increase the pressure on his
hand, and he smiled down at her, thankful. She knew the pain in his heart.

Valandil was dying. He had made his final journey
here, not two months ago, relinquishing the throne to his son Eldacar. They had
talked much, the last couple of evenings, but Elrond knew the end was nearing,
in fast pace. Too fast… He needed these peaceful moments with his family, to
gather the endurance to help him through the evenings.

Arwen turned and ran towards them. Elrond released
Celebrían's hand to lift his daughter onto his arm. She giggled while placing
her hand on her father's shoulder, smiling down at her mother from her elevated
position.

They were returning home, as Elrond was not willing
to go too far. It was Glorfindel who came towards them, not running, but his
pace too quick for comfort. He only had to give Elrond a single look to relay
the situation. Kissing Celebrían he caught her hand briefly, before lowering
Arwen, and joining Glorfindel.

Valandil died during the twilight of that same
evening, with both Glorfindel and Elrond at his side. It was a peaceful
passing, and Elrond thanked the Valar for at least that. It had drained him.
When he at last replaced Valandil's rooms with his study, sitting by the small
fire there, collecting his thoughts, a small hand was placed on his arm. With a
thankful glance at Celebrían, who had sent Arwen in, he pulled his daughter
unto his lap. Resting her head against his shoulder, she simply played with his
hair, staying silent.

Neither Elladan nor Elrohir, at the age Arwen now
was, had been tranquil enough to sit with him as she presently did. Pensively,
he kissed her forehead, making her look up at him.

'Ada, can we watch the stars?'

He nodded and rose from the chair, clinging her
against him. Her small arms were firmly around his neck as he carried her to
the balcony. Only as she saw the sky did she loosen her grip. Fingering his collar, her eyes upturned towards the
heavens, her voice was a whisper.

'What is the Evening Star,
Ada?'

His voice was equally soft
when he answered.

'The most important star of
all, my little one. It leads travellers on their way, it gives light in
darkness… Like you are my Evenstar, my Undómiel.'

She rested her head against
his shoulder, and it was only when Celebrían touched his back, after he didn't
know how long, that he noticed she was asleep.

They crossed the silent
hallways of the Last Homely House, bringing the sleeping Elf-child to her
bedroom, not far removed from their own rooms. Elrond watched Celebrían pull
back the sheets on the bed before he carefully placed his daughter in the large
bed. He could have sat there the entire night, simply because it gave him
peace.

Celebrían motioned him away
after a while, and only then did he feel the tiredness flowing through his
body.

Elrond never expected
anyone else to adopt the name he had given to his daughter, and he was not
quite sure when it exactly began. But by the time she had reached maturity, she
was Arwen Undómiel, no longer just the evenstar of her father, but that of her
people.

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'Suilad, herven.' : Greetings, husband

gwilwileth: butterfly

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Still enjoying? Even though you must know what will
soon happen?

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